Daddy O:The Pros Lyrics

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I stepped into a basement party in BrooklynThe brothers was looking as soon as I put a foot inA female walked up to me and said, "Latifah bust a line"I don't think you're on the strength, show me the time

I said, "If you really want to do this we can do this fine'Take six paces and begin to rhyme"As soon as attempted to make a soundI ate her up with the verb broke her down with the noun

'Cause I hate it when someone challenges with me but cannot balance with meI get annoyed when they can't go blow for blowI get pissed when I hear the lyrics a sucker brings

Ha ha, I was thinking the same thingWell I was approached by a whole damn group of themRhyme thieves, biters, and bumsTook me kind of light, said they wanted to fightI kinda got uptight (You didn't do what I think you did?) Yeah, right!

Bash! went the first, Smash! went the next one (What about the third?)He started, he started to runBut to his surprise, his feet must have slipped'Cause I snapped that neck before the second step

You see you may speculate, but everybody knowsNot one amateur can deal with the pros

These are the pros, coming now from Queen Latifah and Daddy-OAnd if you want to hear more then just followIf you like the smooth chanted lyrics then just say "Bo bo bo!"

There was a time that a man could goAnyplace, anywhere without a RamboBut now me have to keep me pistol loaded with rhymeHave to deal with bad breath biters that step out of line

So when they make a move them surely get a taste of itI'm Daddy-O and I don't quitSo feel the flow, y'all because you're under attackFrom my rhymes, 'cause I'm writing swift rhymes in stacks

And four words to the wack, just, "Stay the hell back"'Cause it's a fact, if you're wack you ain't saying jackSo we can go rhyme for rhyme if you wishBut eating you suckers is my favorite dishAnd I warned you suckers if you messed with meYou'll be the next ingredient in my recipe

Start and don't finish, I'll hunt you downAnd you can't run forever, so you'll be foundAnd with nowhere to run, and nowhere to hideHow you want to be eaten, boy, baked or fried?

It's Latifah the Queen, pioneer of the mainstreamI flow just like a pro 'cause it's the same thingSuckers have to realize how foolish they soundSo button your lips and stop trying to be down

I caught you out there (How many times?)A lot of times'Cause when it comes to mine, you know I gotta rhymeStepping to the right, to the leftTo the best place, well I have to face

A sucker like a pooh-butt, weak and softRiding my bra strap trying to get offUnderstand and know, if you want to goYou'd better be ready to flow 'cause I'm a pro

We wax floors with bums, make mocks out of someSting 'em hard, and watch them complain how it stungKidnap the babysitter, lock 'em inside a boxDaddy-O and the true blue Queen of Rock